Three Alpha Bikers Wants An Open Marriage Chapter 5

Riley’s POV

I swallowed hard, knowing the smart thing, the sane thing, the Riley-Grayson-CEO thing, was to turn around and walk out of this club right now.

Walk away from the three n who looked at like I was already naked on their bedsheets.

Walk away from the revenge that tasted like honey on my tongue.

So I turned.

One step. That was all I managed to take before a hand clamped around my wrist, large, hot, unforgiving and yanked back so hard I stumbled, my heel catching on nothing. My vision tilted as my back hit the wall of a narrow hallway that led to God knows where. The bass from the club thudding through the plaster.

The grey-eyed one was suddenly in front of , caging with his body. His scent slamd into : leather, and sothing deadly that made my knees want to fold.

"What—" My voice cracked. "What are you doing?"

He didn’t answer. He just stared down at , his pupils blown wide until only a thin ring of storm-grey remained.

The hallway lights flickered over the sharp cut of his cheekbones.

"What do you say to our offer, Riley?" His voice was quiet.

I tried to pull my wrist free but his grip only tightened, his fingers pressing over my pulse that was racing.

"No...I—I don’t want this," I managed, the lie tasting like ash. "That my marriage is open does not an that I can fuck just anyone "

His eyes flashed into actual molten silver bleeding into the grey and the air around us dropped ten degrees. Behind him, the other two rose from the booth. No one in the club looked over. No one dared.

"Just anyone?" he repeated, soft and venomous. He stepped closer and I stepped back, my spine eting the cold wall. Another step. Another. Until his chest brushed mine and I had nowhere left to go.

His head dipped closer, his lips grazing the shell of my ear. "If I decided to start right now," he whispered, breath hot on my face, "I’d punish that mouth of yours first. I’d make you kneel on this dirty floor and choke on until you forgot how to say no."

Heat flooded so fast I swayed. My thighs clenched involuntarily, sha and want tangling into sothing vicious. I hated that my body answered him. Hated that I even painted the picture in my head.

"Get away from ," I hissed, but it ca out breathless and broken.

He laughed, low and an. "You want this. I can already feel it."

From behind , the amber-eyed one spoke, voice cruel. "Look at her eyes Cane. Little human’s soaked already and we’ve barely touched her."

The third one with silver eyes and the coldest leaned against the opposite wall, his arms folded, watching intently "She still thinks she has a choice," he said, almost bored. "Adorable"

Cane? So that was his na, dragged his nose along my jaw, inhaling like he was morizing my scent. "Tell again you’re not interested," he murmured. "One more ti and we’ll bend you over that table in front of everyone in this club. I’ll make sure they all see exactly how boring you’re not Riley"

My breath hitched. A tear slipped free from my face, grief, rage, lust, I didn’t know anymore. He caught it with his thumb and swiped it off.

"Ethan took sothing from you today," the amber-eyed one said, stepping closer. His voice gentle but cold. "Your son. Your dignity. Your illusions. Let us take sothing back for you."

I shook my head, but it felt weak. "Why? Why do you want to help get back at him?"

Cane was slow . "Because taking what he threw away," he said, voice low enough to cut, "is the only thing that will make destroying him feel good."

The silver-eyed one finally moved, crowding in on my left until I was trapped between three walls of their muscle and heat and threat. He didn’t touch , but his voice slid down my spine like ice water.

"We share everything, Riley. Territory. Won. Especially won who walk in here wrecking with heartbreak asking to be ruined."

My knees actually buckled and he caught my other wrist, pinning both arms above my head against the wall with one hand. The stretch burned as Cane’s thighs shoved between my legs, forcing them apart, the fabric of my dress sliding up high.

"Say it," Cane growled against my throat. "Tell us you accept the offer and want this."

"I—" The word fractured on my throat. Ethan’s voice echoed in my skull [You’re boring, pathetic, a walking tragedy]. I closed my eyes and saw Wendy bent over his desk, heard my baby’s last heartbeat on the monitor.

Sothing inside snapped a second ti today."Fuck you," I whispered.

Kain’s grip turned brutal. "Wrong answer."

"No," I said louder, eting his eyes. "Fuck him. Fuck Ethan. Use . Ruin . Make forget."

Silence dropped between us, a hard and heavy silence. Then the three of them smiled viciously.

And just imdiately, Cane’s mouth crashed into mine without warning, with no softness atall, no permission, just possession. His teeth scraped my lower lip until I tasted blood. His tongue forced its way in, claiming every corner like he was marking territory. I whimpered into him, hating how desperately I kissed him back.

The silver eyed one slid his hand up my thigh, under the hem of my dress, his fingers tracing the edge of my lace pants that’s already soaked through. "Jesus Christ," he muttered against my neck. "She’s dripping for us."

He still held my wrists, his free hand coming up to fist in my hair, wrenching my head back so Cane could devour my throat.

I was shaking so hard my teeth chattered. My dead son’s face flickered behind my eyes. Ethan laughing while he fucked my best friend. The open marriage I’d thrown at him.

I looked at the three n who could destroy more thoroughly than Ethan ever had.

And I said the words that burned my soul to ash."Take ."

Cane’s eyes flared darker. The other one released my wrist only for Cane to hoist up by the thighs, slamming my back harder against the wall. My legs wrapped around his waist on instinct. I felt him, his huge, rigid bulge pressing against through his jeans and a panicked moan escaped as he looked at intently.

"Not here Cane" The other one said, voice rough with restraint. "Private room. Now."

Cane released my hair as the cold air rushed in where his body had been but he didn’t’t put down. He simply turned and carried deeper into the hallway like I weighed nothing, my dress rucked up to my hips, my panties exposed to anyone who dared look.

But no one did

Cane kicked open a door at the end of the hall and said "When we’re done with you, we’ll send you back to him so thoroughly claid he’ll sll us on you for weeks and know exactly who owns you now "